His eyes fell a little as he nodded. He'd been in quite a few confrontations with monsters. He didn't like them, felt that humans killed monsters needlessly rather often, but such was sedonition talk and could get him put on the Catherine wheel or hanged back in his own world. While he wasn't so restricted here, it was still an effort to speak of such things and his words were careful
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"Any foundling is only guessing," he pointed out honestly, "but soon I will celebrate my fifteenth Book Day."
In the foundlingery, every child's name was entered into the great book kept there; hence why many of them took the last name of Bookchild. There were no birthdays kept, as it was hard to say when they might have been for many of them, and so each year was commemorated on Book Day.
That said, Rossamünd looked perhaps thirteen at the oldest; while he had always been behind the others, he was small and tender for his age.
"Because all foundlings are listed in the book, at least at Madame Opera's."
His face fell then.
They had been, anyway, until that horrible Gosling had wrecked his unrighteous justice upon the foundlingery. He didn't mention the fire, nor the losses, at the danger of making the discussion too morbid for politeness.
"And it is a day wherein we are all celebrated, like a birthday, so that none might think themselves better than the others."
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In the foundlingery, every child's name was entered into the great book kept there; hence why many of them took the last name of Bookchild. There were no birthdays kept, as it was hard to say when they might have been for many of them, and so each year was commemorated on Book Day.
That said, Rossamünd looked perhaps thirteen at the oldest; while he had always been behind the others, he was small and tender for his age.
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"Book Day?" he asks, tilting his head. "Why do they call it that?"
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His face fell then.
They had been, anyway, until that horrible Gosling had wrecked his unrighteous justice upon the foundlingery. He didn't mention the fire, nor the losses, at the danger of making the discussion too morbid for politeness.
"And it is a day wherein we are all celebrated, like a birthday, so that none might think themselves better than the others."
Such as Gosling. How he despised Gosling.
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That... kind of makes sense. Kind of.
"Well, happy early birthday, then."
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